'Investigator Rumex Jeryd, of Villiren Inquisition. What's going on here?' Jeryd reached beneath his garments to find the medallion, and clumsily displayed it.
The woman's partner, tall and handsome in his black attire, simply shrugged. 'I don't know what the hell's wrong with her. I just turned my back for a moment and…'
The woman, who wasn't far off being just a girl, gestured towards the balcony, and Jeryd stepped outside, as a crowd gathered behind him. The starlight was obscured in patches by cloud, but you could see the harbour, an arc whose rim was defined by street fires and lantern light showing people sifting through the streets, and dogs barking above a wind that seemed to groan as it passed through the city.
And there it was, close to where he was standing, the same substance he'd discovered earlier that same day, a thick white mass dripping from the edge of the parapet up to the roof behind, slick and web-like. A few tables and chairs were laid out, and those nearest were covered in this mucus-like gloop.
He turned back to the woman, whose head was still angled away from him, and then he noted her bracelets and coloured nails, more brash than anything he remembered from Villjamur.
'Did you see what did this?' Jeryd pointed to the gloop.
She shook her head, and mumbled, 'No, but something big was moving out there. I knew it as soon I came out for some fresh air. I felt as if I was being watched. Then…' – a sharp inhalation of air as she choked back on her sobs – 'then that white stuff just appeared from nowhere.'
'How much have you had to drink?'
'Hardly anything!' she snapped. 'Don't you believe me? I know what I saw, all right, I'm not fucking pissed.'
'My apologies,' Jeryd said. 'I meant nothing by it. I'm simply trying to build a picture of what happened. Please, you said you didn't see anything.'
'I could feel it. Something was watching me, as if waiting. I turned around and this stuff just materialized right by my shoulder – right there, look, as it is now. I may have heard some shuffling of stones, but I don't know if that was because of anything else.'
Jeryd nodded nervously, believing what she said, and stepped over to draw a blade from his boot. He prodded tentatively at the mysterious substance. He knew in his heart that this was the same stuff he'd encountered earlier. He contemplated what kind of creature could produce something like this, and in such quantities.
Finally he faced the guests huddled in the doorway and for a moment wondered morosely how he'd ended up in a situation so absurd, with a bunch of pissed-up rich nobodies staring at him as if expecting some answers.
He said, 'All right, back to your drinks now. There's nothing more to see out here.'
FIFTEEN
They were stupid to leave the entrance unlocked, it thought.
The spider squeezed through the doorway, six of its legs gripping the frame, and eased its body soundlessly into the house. Light from both moons poured in behind it, and it could see its own shadow stretching ahead across the floor.
This was a wealthy family, it instantly decided. Aromas still lingered in the air from some hours ago, so it could sense the quality of their food and realized they were well-fed. Voland would approve of such high-quality pickings. It struggled to make out the patterns on the wall hangings in this dim light, struggled to make out anything but tiny vibrations in the air. It was essential, though, that this business be conducted at night, as its services to Doctor Voland must remain unseen.
It made its way up the stairs with a liquid grace, the hairs on its legs guiding it to the second and then the final floor. Behind the third door to the right – the texture of the air had changed there. That was where bodies lay asleep.
Meat.
In stealth it crept along the corridor and, on reaching the third door, extended one leg to the handle, willing for a minor transformation – and, ripping painlessly through its tarsus and claw, a hand appeared. Hands could sometimes be much more useful than claws, and the door opened effortlessly. There they were, the entire family, amassed in one bed for warmth, two parents, two young children, all in deep slumber. They were quite unaware that they were about to become prey.
It scuttled sideways, flanking the room.
Then, straddling the length of bed, the spider loomed above them, half wishing it could just use its venom to dispatch them with ease. But Voland would say no to this, that it contaminated the end product. It now located the father – always going for the biggest threat first – a thickset man with red hair, snoring. Using a hand and claw together to tilt his head upwards, the spider then prised open his mouth with the gentleness of a lover's touch.
The man's eyes shuddered open and he gasped 'What the devil-?' But the spider spat inert fibre into his mouth, suffocating him quickly, all the time checking for any change in vibration among the others. The spider flipped the victim off the bed while the others remained silent, then pounced on him again, suffocating him with more of its spittle, while pinning him to the floor with two legs. The man's eyes bulged in silent alarm, and then in recognition.
Next, came the mother. She lay on the other side of the bed, so it levered itself back up, its abdomen hovering over the bodies of both children. Again it manoeuvred the victim, held her head back, mouth open, spat and suffocated her. Surprisingly easy this one, and the body was placed next to her husband.
Then the spider contemplated the children, a boy and a girl.
The pair lay in a peaceful embrace, as it peeled back the sheets to analyse their tiny bodies. They couldn't be more than five or six years old, and their flesh was tender but scrawny, with little accretion of fat or muscles. Voland had always maintained that children were worthless: they provided poor cuts of meat.
Stepping backwards, two legs at a time, the spider bound the two parent bodies together with silk. Then dragged their corpses downstairs, thoroughly cocooned in fibre, out through the open door, and into the ice-scarred night.
*
As Jeryd reminisced about the previous night's activities, while snacking on some breaded crabmeat he'd just purchased from a grubby street vendor, something else caught his attention.
There were two crates wobbling dangerously on a horse-drawn cart, and he watched with fascination as both finally fell off. Frightened by the racket, the horse bolted, charging through the wide streets of the Althing district. No one seemed in a hurry to stop it as it disappeared north into the sea fog that had rolled in overnight. Jeryd pushed down his hat to sit firmer on his head and advanced towards the two men who were busy retrieving the spilled contents of the crates.
'What've you boys got in there?' Jeryd asked them.
The two men glared at him suspiciously, and stood in front of the crates, to block his view. They were both redheads, and the one on the left had tattoos covering his neck. 'Fuck you want to know for?' said one, and the other folded his arms belligerently.
'Oh, I'm just a curious investigator.' Jeryd pulled out his medallion. 'You know how the Inquisition likes to gather a few facts now and then.' Well, this one does at least. Glances were exchanged, an uneasy change of expression at the law's presence. For a while neither said anything.
'How much?' one of them finally asked.
'How much for what?' Jeryd grunted.
'How much you want to, uh, go away, like? You know – and we know – the policy.'
This attempt at bribery only made Jeryd more determined to find out what was contained in the crate. 'I'm afraid I'm not like the other guys. I only want an answer. What's in there?'
The young men conferred in whispers. 'Meat,' the one with tattoos explained. 'We're taking it from the slaughterhouse to the irens. Boss's orders.' Then he added, 'And our boss is Malum, leader of the Bloods, someone who don't take kindly to having his men hassled by the Inquisition. You know what I mean?'
Jeryd knew what they meant. Malum was the most influential man in the underworld. A violent sociopath by all accounts. Jeryd had been hearing far too much about this man since his arrival in Villiren. His name was
